Surprising sometimes what evokes a memory.
Catbirds aren't common here.



Nativity

"Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl and cry'"
- King Lear



This is something new
And yet I remember
How once I held it,
How the sound fell
And my hands caught
The terrible tiny weight
Of the trembling breath

Taken in and let go . . .
A first figure of speech
Truer than any word,
Like this catbird's cry
I can almost reach,
Slipping into the light
From the womb of the willow.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-05 at 16:21

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
great thought association. I feel this rather than think it.
2010-12-05


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A remarkable write. I would rate this poem very highly. Thanks for sharing again, countryfog.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-05